Ohh my brother's dick!(2)

Chapter 2: The Bargain

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Damien’s presence in the house like a live wire under my skin. My pussy refused to calm down. Even after I crept back to my room, changed my soaked panties, and tried to finish what I started earlier with the dildo, it wasn’t enough. The toy felt pathetic now, it felt too smooth, too fake.

I kept imagining his rough hands instead, his voice in my ear calling me “little sister” while he stretched me open.

By morning my thighs were sticky again. My nipples stayed hard against my thin tank top. I felt filthy and already owned by him. And he hadn’t even touched me yet.

I found him in the kitchen.

Shirtless.

Fuck.

Prison had carved him into something dangerous, because tell me why a man would have such a massive broad shoulders, thick chest covered in dark ink drawn of snakes, skulls, and a large “V” over his heart. Scars crossed his abs. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing the deep V-lines that pointed straight down to what I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about.

He was drinking black coffee like he owned the place. When I walked in, his eyes locked on me immediately. They dragged over my bare legs, the hard points of my nipples poking through the fabric, the way I was squeezing my thighs together without realizing it.

“Morning, Ellie.” His voice was morning-rough. Low. “Sleep well?”

I didn’t answer, I couldn’t possibly bring myself to answer, can I? My mouth felt dry while my pussy felt the opposite, a fresh gush of wetness already soaking the new panties I’d put on.

He set the mug down and stepped around the island slowly, like a predator who knew the prey was already cornered.

“I owe the Moreno syndicate four hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” he said flatly, no sugar-coating. “I did some stupid shit before I went inside. They don’t care that I just got out. They want their money plus interest. And they know exactly where the money is…this house. Your mother’s accounts. And you.”

My stomach dropped. But my clit throbbed harder.

“They said if I don’t deliver, they’ll take collateral. And the prettiest collateral is you, little sister.”

He stopped right in front of me. So close I could smell his skin, soap and pure male heat. My breath hitched.

“So here’s the deal,” he continued, voice dropping. “For the next thirty days, or until I clear the debt, you belong to me, completely, you submit. You obey, I use you when I need to, how I need to. I mark you, i fuck you. I own this body so they know you’re already claimed and off-limits.

In return, I keep you safe. I pay your mother back every cent I touch. And when it’s done… you can pretend it never happened.”

My knees almost buckled.

I need to fucking scream, I need to call Mom or if possible run.

Instead, my pussy clenched so hard I felt a trickle slide down my inner thigh. He noticed. His nostrils flared like he could smell me.

“You’re soaked right now, aren’t you?” he murmured. One hand came up, not grabbing, just pressing lightly against the wall beside my head, caging me in. “Heart racing. Little nipples begging. That sweet forbidden cunt dripping down your legs because your step-brother is offering to ruin you.”

He leaned closer. His other hand brushed my throat, two fingers pressing against my pulse. It was hammering like crazy.

“I can feel how much you want it, Ellie. You’ve wanted it for years. Don’t lie to me.”

I whimpered. Actually whimpered. My hips twitched forward on their own, seeking friction I was too ashamed to ask for.

“I… I can’t,” I whispered. But even I heard how weak it sounded. How much my voice shook with need.

Damien’s fingers slid down, tracing my collarbone, stopping just above my breasts, he was not touching, just teasing like a motherfucker he was.

“You have until tonight to decide. I won’t force you. Not yet.” His lips brushed my ear, hot breath sending shivers straight to my core. “But if you say yes… you kneel. You look me in the eyes and you say it out loud: ‘I’m your little sister and I belong to you.’ Then I take what’s mine.”

He stepped back suddenly, leaving me trembling against the wall, thighs slick, breathing like I’d just run a marathon.

“Think about it while you’re dripping all day,” he said with that dark smirk. “I’ll be in the guest room. Door’s open if you want to come beg early.”

Then he turned and walked away, back muscles flexing, leaving me standing there aching, confused, and so fucking turned on I could barely think straight.

I spent the rest of the day in a haze.

Trying to study but failing, changing my panties twice because they kept getting ruined.

Touching myself in the shower but stopping right before I came because it felt wrong to finish without his permission already.

By the time night fell, I was a mess.

And when I finally walked into the living room at 11:47 p.m., heart in my throat and pussy throbbing like a second heartbeat…

Damien was waiting.

Shirtless again.

Eyes dark with hunger.

“Decision time, Ellie.”

He pointed at the floor in front of him.

“Kneel… and say yes.”